The roads less noted breathe in silence, reminiscing chances woven in the quiet thread of dreams unlived. Echoes of moments linger like mist over the forgotten halls, whispering tales of the uncertain and unresolved.
Here, beneath the stars woven in a fabric of collective amnesia, a single soul treads barefoot on paths uncharted. Darkness, gentle companion, embraces the heart tightly, revealing secrets only shadows dare speak aloud.
Yet every shadow has its voice, and so we listen intently to the chorus of whispers.
Wander further: Memories Unsung | Stumble onward: Faces Revisited | Pause in twilight: Lucid Dreams